A poem by Sarah McGurk

Greedy fingers

Racing upwards

Devouring

Black faces

Trapped in death

Babies tossed

Like detritus

Building up

Public grief

Privatising ignominy

Façade stripped bare

Cries for help heard years too late

“Will nobody think of the children?”

Background: I don’t often write poetry, but these words came to me when I was driving last week. So insistent were they, that I had to stop the car to write them down. My thoughts continue to be with the victims of the atrocity of Grenfell Tower in London.